Crisis Bias

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Success is easy
when you have a tragedy to sell.
I can bleed imagery from my pores
yet I'm a simple mess.

This isn't jealousy,
I won't ring my own bell,
but I'll die on my own metaphors
from all of the stress.

I wish you joy,
I just need some luck
or my own misfortune
so the eyes see me.

I'm the stringed up toy,

I'm the decoy duck,

my life up for auction

as a social detainee.

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